Our corrupted keepsakes—those self-inflicted injuries
Frozen in time—crystalized chronological capsules
Editorialized memories—renovated recollections
Obscured by that-is-the-way-it-should-have-been
Laundered to a state of that-is-how-I-want-to-remember-it
Substance and soul unite with the consciousness
Glossing over all the petty annoyances
Presenting brightly gleaming perfect bygones
Thus we cuddle ourselves in that comforting down
Like shattered prismatic shards
Comprised of imperfect recollections.
December 12, 2019
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge December 10, 2019: Use the word “frozen” in a poem or piece of prose.